He seemed to know that everything was all right now.
"Oh, Sue! Sue!" cried Bunny, rushing up to his sister, and putting his
arms around her. "You aren't drowned now; are you, Sue?"
"I--I don't--don't know--Bun-Bunny!" she stammered. "I--I guess I'm
'most drowned, anyhow. Oh, take me home! I want my mamma!"
"I'll take you home right away!" Bunny promised. "But wasn't the dog
good to pull you out?"
The dog shook the water from himself, and wagged his tail harder than
ever. He jumped about, barking, and then, with his big red tongue, he
licked first Sue's face, and then Bunny's.
Sue was much better now. She could sit up, and, as the river water was
not salty, as is the water of the ocean, what she had swallowed of it
did not hurt her.
"I guess the dog will lick all the Friday-mud off my face," she said,
smiling at Bunny through her tears.
"The mud's all off anyhow," said her brother. "Falling in the river
washed you clean."
"But it got my dress all wet. I don't care, it's an old one."
"That's good," said her brother.
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